Master Paul At The Office By KidBro77 Copyright Oct. 2000 KidBro77 All Rights Reserved.
i loved being at my Master's work place. He was the President of his own company and I loved the power he had over his employees. Whenever He walked into the room, people would get all nervous and want to do whatever he says. I can relate to that.
Today was a special day. I was allowed to go to the office with him. He had me placed beneath his desk, so that I could service him whenever he wanted me to. He was such a man. I loved it when he wore his business suit. Today he was dressed in a crisp royal blue shirt with suspenders stretching across his massive shoulders and chest. His pants showed off his rock hard ass and the outline of his 10" cock was also visible. He knew I liked to lick his boots so instead of the usual dress shows, today he wore his shiny black cowboy boots to go with his suit, just for me, his little slave boy...
As I was hunched under his desk, one of his cowboy boots accidentally stepped on my hand. He didn't seem to notice that his boot was grinding into my hand as he finished off writing a report above me. "Sir," I pleaded, "your stepping on my hand, Sir..." I waited for a response or for him to move it, but it felt as though he was pressing harder or something. "Sir?" I touched his boot and tried to move it off my hand but it was as though it was glued to the spot. I began to stroke the cold hard black leather, wondering if he would mind if I licked his boot for him right now.
I watched as he moved his other leg up, his cowboy boot showing out from under his pants. He placed his foot around to the back of my head and pushed me forward. Suddenly, my face hit the floor as he forced my head downwards with his boot. "Don't you ever touch my boots while I'm at work without my permission, got that, boy?"he said from above his desk.
"Yes, sir..."I gasped. "...please..."
He rolled his chair backwards and looked at me under his desk, his boot holding me down by the back of my neck. "And if I want to step on my little boy's hand, I don't want you to complain, got that? It's a privilege for you, boy!"
"Yes, Sir,"I tried to nod, his boot pressing so hard into the back of my neck I thought he was going to break it.
"Cause if you all of a sudden start talking under there, people might hear you and wonder what's going on," he warned.
"But Sir, I knew that no one else was arou-"
But before I could finish my sentence, he had taken his boot off of me and instead, grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up to face him. "Are you talking back at your Master, boy?"
"No, Master Paul," tears were coming out now...
"Cause if you are, boy, you know I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. And you don't want me to teach you another lesson, do you boy?" he stared at me intently, tightening his grip on my hair.
"N-no, Sir... please Master Paul, I'm sorry..." I cried, tears spilling forward. I remember the last and only time he had taught me a lesson. He had beat me up pretty bad. I was terrified of my Master, but I also loved him cause he had protected me while we were in high school. He had explained to me that he had to teach me respect for him, and to always remember that night. I told him I never wanted to go through that again and that I would always be a good boy for Him. With that, he had taken me into his arms, and I could feel his strength and his love and his protection for me.
"Good boy," he smiled, wiping away my tears. He let go of my hair and brought me forward on my knees. Leaning down, he kissed my lips and said, "I have a treat for you today."
I put my hands on his thick thighs and looked up at him to see if it was okay. He smile down at me and stroked my hair. "You're a good boy, you know that?" he said.
"Thank you Sir," I replied, my heart doing flip flops for this man. I could feel his cock getting hard. I wasn't quite sure what the surprise would be, but I always liked his surprises.
He picked up his phone and said to his secretary, "Send him in."
He then placed me back beneath his desk and sat with his legs spread open, putting my head in his lap. "You know what to do, kid," he said, stroking my ear and rubbing his cock through his pants into my face.
"Thank you Sir," I managed to whisper, just before the office door opened.
"Cory, sit down," I heard my Master say.
"Sure, what's going on Paul? Why am I being called in here?" asked Cory.
"What did you say?"my Master asked menacingly. "It's Mr. Howarth to you."
"Aw, come on, Paul, we went to high school together, man! We got history!" pleaded Cory.
"You're testing my patience Boy," said Paul. His cock was definitely hard as a rock now. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to Cory. Hurriedly, but quietly, I undid my Master's belt buckle and unzipped his fly. He hadn't put on his briefs this morning, and his cock sprang right into my face as I undid his pants. Is this what he wanted me to do? I wasn't sure. I was afraid I was doing the wrong thing and would get punished for my actions. He nudged me gently with his leg, tracing my back with his boot. This was his way of telling me I was doing a good job and to keep going. I was so happy to be pleasing my Master!
"I-I'm sorry ... Sir," Cory was saying.
"That's better, Boy. Just because we went to high school together doesn't mean we were friends. Don't you remember what I did to you in grade twelve?" I could hear my Master Paul crack his knuckles and smirk. He was doing this either to drive me crazy as he knew I loved it when he did that, or to intimidate his employee.
It seemed it was for both reasons. He rested a fist in his lap and allowed me to kiss his knuckles for him. He then patted me on the head and continued on with his conversation. "You wouldn't want me to do that to you again, now would you, Cory?" he leered.
I could hear Cory sniffling. "No, Sir," he whispered, obviously humiliated about something, but I didn't know what.
"Well I called you in here because I know you've been stealing software from our company, and if u even try to deny it, I'll be outta my seat and have you flat on the floor, crying for mercy before you knew what hit you."
"Yes, Sir..." Cory replied, almost inaudible.
My Master had inserted his cock into my mouth now. He was getting off on his power, and this was an ultimate for him. To be able to exert power over his employee and at the same time, have his little slave boy swallow his load as he came. I licked his cock and sucked away silently, trying not to gag on its length and its thickness. After a bit, I must have scraped his cock with my teeth by accident, because he suddenly pulled out and slapped my face with it. I was frightened. Was I going to have to pay for that later on? Was he going to punish me when we got home?
I slowly slid his cock down my throat once again, and he had grabbed a hold of both my ears now to control my bobbing. His shaft had a nice salty taste to it, and I could smell his cologne mixed in with the smell of pubic hair. All I could think of was how happy I was to be able to do this for my Master Paul. I gripped his legs to steady myself. I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation going on.
Luckily, Cory couldn't see anything as there was enough computer equipment in front of my Master to block anyone from seeing what he was doing with his hands. "Cory, I'm going to fire you now. Unless of course you want to start begging me not to."
He let go of my ears and leaned backwards instead, placing his hands behind his head. I knew this pose well. This one I knew was for me. At home, he'd like for me to worship his body, and whenever I was sucking his cock, he'd lean back and flex his arms for me to see. I nearly creamed my pants, just imagining his muscles beneath that business shirt. He winked at me and smiled as he flexed his biceps.
Meanwhile, Cory was too busy begging to notice anything. "Please Pau-, I mean, Mr. Howarth, you can't fire me! I have nowhere else to go. Remember when you hired me? You said it was to give me a chance, since we did sorta kinda know each other... Please give me another chance!"
"Please, what?" smiled Paul.
"Please....Sir," Cory said, his voice cracking.
"Who's your boss, boy?" Paul asked him.
"You are, Sir," he answered.
I was going up and down on my Master's shaft as he continued to humiliate his employee. I could feel his cock stiffen even more as though he was ready to cum.
"And what does that mean, boy?"
Cory said," It-it means you're in charge me, Sir."
"Good boy. And what's another word for that, BOY?"
"M-master," he stammered out.
"Now say it," demanded Paul.
"B-but, you've put me through this already man!" whined Cory.
"SAY IT," my Master demanded. He had taken hold of my hair again and was pumping my face onto his cock harder and harder.
I could hear Cory take a deep breath and then say in a small, cracking voice, "Thank you Master for giving me this chance. I understand that I am not worth anything and that I am to worship you like a god because that is what you are Sir. When I walk down the hall at work and if I were to see you, Sir, I am to get down on my knees and kiss your boots for you as you pass. I will do whatever I am told without asking any questions or talking back. Thank you again, Sir." He was in tears by now and too busy sobbing at being so humiliated to see what was going on.
Master Paul was pumping my face furiously up and down now, and suddenly, he pressed my head so hard against him that his pubic hair was going up my nose. He held my head tight there with his massive hand on the back of my head as he let his big load of cum come flooding into my mouth and down my throat. I had to swallow as fast as I could as it kept coming and almost spilled out of my mouth onto his pants, which he would not have liked. I swallowed and swallowed for what seemed like an eternity, and he would not let me go until he had finished. Finally, he was done. I was allowed to raise my head and breathe for a bit before I licked the rest of his dick clean for him.
"Get out of here," he told Cory. "That wasn't very convincing. I'll think about firing you. We'll see. Maybe you'll have to pay me a visit at home later tonight."
"Yes, sir," replied Cory, as he got up and scrambled out of the office, shaking.
My Master looked down at me as I rested my head on one of his thick legs. He stroked my hair and laid a big hand on my face, letting one of his fingers find its way into my mouth. "You had fun, boy?"he smiled, forcing his finger down into my throat.
I nodded and looked up at him with frightened eyes, wondering what he would do to me next.
"It's okay boy don't be scared. Your Big Brother Paul is with you. I'm not going to hurt you, okay kid?" he caressed my cheek.
I let out a sigh of relief and hugged his leg. "Thank you Big Brother Paul."
"Good boy," he whispered, stroking my head. "Looks like we might have a visitor tonight."
To be continued.
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